A demon fell beneath the crowd and did not get up.
Boots struck his back. Someone stepped on his reaching hand, and another stumbled over his head. Those behind kept pushing, fleeing the headless soldiers they saw advancing through the blood rain.
The archway ahead could not hold them all.
"Move!"
"I can't!"
A spear thrust through the crowd from behind.
Its owner had meant to stab a human warrior. Instead, he found his weapon buried in another demon's spine.
Across the street, a shopkeeper swung an axe at something crawling over his counter. The blade passed through the vision and entered his assistant's chest.
The shopkeeper stared.
Then the dead human behind his assistant smiled, and he swung again.
Velmora was killing itself.
